What would change for you if you knew that a God, The God, all the Gods, wanted nothing more than a relationship with you? What if you knew they do not require worship or for you to follow the rules others have set forward as your way to access the truth of their Being, of your Own? What freedom would that bring? What fears would arise? Where would you explore with an open heart, open mind and open arms? How would you welcome your new Friend? #spiritualhealing #universal #Gra
“To be or not to be.” “Very few of us are what we seem.” Agatha Christie Honoring myself & those with whom and for whom I walk I’ve made a statement in the past that I’ve stood by for a variety of reasons. I’ve declared that I am not a shaman in a loud sort of way to primarily stand apart from the noise brought by what I call the “Commodification of the Mystery”. It has also served to protect me from my own criticism, the inability to adequately articulate my own experienc
Are you First Nations? Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. ~ Guy de Maupassant Although there are a few experiences I’ve written about, I don’t share much of my work related to indigenous peoples publicly. They include my initial relationship with the Navajo, how it intensified when partnering with their Slayer of Alien Gods, and how a dead Ojibwa-Cree came into my world and changed it forever. I’ve held clos
How a non-believer moves as the man, not the myth “Mythology is not a lie, mythology is poetry, it is metaphorical. It has been well said that mythology is the penultimate truth–penultimate because the ultimate cannot be put into words. It is beyond words. Beyond images, beyond that bounding rim of the Buddhist Wheel of Becoming. Mythology pitches the mind beyond that rim, to what can be known but not told.” ~ Joseph Campbell While we most often associate spring and the Easte
“In a society at war with man and nature, a religion of peace and love might be fantasized into creed, rituals & otherworlds while it’s professed adherent continue to live [in a way that doesn’t support it]. ~ Jim Corbett (Goatwalking) “Everything is Love” is a mantra that’s been around a loooong time and has recently begun to irk my nerves. It’s achieved a cult-like status with millions of people, variations shared ad nauseum with pretty pictures via Facebook and Twitter.
The string of events in the last few months that makes my life uniquely mine continue at an amazing rate. What others call ‘ecstatic experiences’ are, for me, quite normal. Until, well, they are not. In An UnCommon Experience and On Fear and Stepping Up I shared two of my most striking ‘conversations with the universe’. Two Tuesdays ago, I had the most profound yet. Two Tuesdays ago I went for an hour massage. I walked out three and a half hours later with something much
And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thought; a sense of the sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
And the round ocean and the living ar,
And the blue sky, and the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thoughts
And rolls through all things… #energetichealing #miracle #energy #universal #thomasaquinas #poetry #Grace #Divine #angelic
I make a point of putting myself out there in a number of ways. I want to demystify this ‘healing thing’; create a relationship that hopefully allows others to connect to me or folks like me with trust; provide my own catharsis, and help myself keep it real…nothing like knowing there are a potential few million people who might read what you write and call you on your shit to keep you honest, no? I hold back on things, though. The first is how I’ve come to know myself. In
I don’t share with many folk the experiences I have with some frequency; almost daily. I’m not quite sure why I tend to keep them to myself. I think there are a combination of factors. They are at once deeply moving, awe-inspiring, sometimes physically taxing, some more ‘ecstatic’ than others, and seem just for me. I don’t often try to understand, figure ’em out or connect the dots. I also don’t connect them to life-stuff, psychic-stuff, spiritual-stuff and other whatnot
“Life is like a mirror: If I smile, the mirror returns to me a smile. The attitude I take toward life is the same that life will take toward me.” ~ Gandhi I posted the “What if it really is between the stories?” a few days ago asking a lot of “what ifs” to hopefully get folks thinking (or not thinking) without demanding they believe it and, frankly, not wanting them to. Sure, it was nice to read responses that showed I’m not alone on a limb here and that I’m not saying any
Inspired by Rumi, blog posts about hate, love and god; and 24 hours steeped in connection with all that is. In Between Stories ~ Rumi Did you hear that? It’s the man who was looking for treasure. He wants me to finish his story. You didn’t hear him? Then, he must be inside me yelling, “Over Here! Come over here!” Don’t think of him as a seeker, though. Whatever he’s looking for, he is that himself. How can a lover be anything other than the beloved? Every second he’s bowing t
Two weeks ago I braved the crowds in Reston, Va, and went to go see Amma. After standing in line with hundreds of others I wondered what the experience would be like. I’ve heard stories of how people felt in her presence and the anticipation heightened as the line behind me kept growing and growing and…you get the point. At least once I thought, “Holy mazoly! What have I been missing out on all this time?” The truth is, I’d not missed out on anything really. I was taken b
There are those who think of me as ‘merely’ naive when it comes to things of spirit. Here, I ask they consider their own limitation of expression that appears bound by others’ ideas & ideals. The string of logic posed by quite a few is that I’ve not studied spiritualism, metaphysics, any aspect of any religion, and not living/speaking/healing/BE-ing within the bounds of someone else’s playbook. I’ve not sought out sages or saddhus, not read from mystics and mages, not wors
I hope your day is bright and brimming w/ pools of overflowing joy!! Sunday anthem: Move Any Mountain by the Shamen http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfoFSTf6jw0 Different Ways to Pray (from Words Under the Words by Naomi Shihab Nye) There was the method of kneeling,
a fine method, if you lived in a country
where stones were smooth.
The women dreamed wistfully of bleached courtyards,
hidden corners where knee fit rock.
Their prayers were weathered rib bones,
Unknot the knickers, unpinch the panties; it’s not in the nikked sense of the word, it’s in the George Carlin sense. Not exactly rated-G but not porn. So, I had an inspirational experience this morning on Twitter. Because it’s one way I communicate w/ the world and because I believe in putting all of me out there in every way, I posted, “I’m fucking frustrated!”. Oh. My. Yup, I said it. Folks seemed a little taken aback that a “spiritual” (whatever that really means) someon